Paisley Dreams The Game & Big Hit

[Intro]
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
Ooh

[Verse 1: The Game]
Father first, real nigga second
Red stripes on my Adidas 'cause can't nobody check 'em
Born with no direction, so I carved out my section
You gotta live life until just wakin' up become a blessing
Westside legend, my fightin' style Tekken
But I've been in mortal combat, so if the TECs fly, let 'em
Gonzales Park legend 'til I had to make my exit
Too many souls lost at the Central and Rosecrans intersection
I guess that's my confession
'Side from that I got a question, where'd the coke come from?
Before they gave it to the Mexicans?
Never mind, that's too complex when you ain't got time to be reflectin'
One blink and you in heaven
Niggas off with your necklace
Southern 50 cal', you cook it, they gon' test it
Sniff lines that we crossed right off that gold Lexus
'Round here we call that big hit, some things never change
'Cept 213 to 310, everything yap is still the same
Strip the whole game down and leave Earth just how I came
If they ask, tell 'em Hit-Boy robbed this motherfuckin' train (Hit-Boy)
Menace to society, who ain't forgot what happened to Caine?
So I tightened strings on my Cortez and stay in my Denver lane